It's 5 a.m. on a dark fall morning in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. With temperatures hovering just below freezing, I set out on my paper route. On evenings—weekday or weekend, rain or shine—I step out once again on foot for my second job, selling subscriptions to the same paper, Argus Leader. As a kid, I had one goal: to earn money and afford anything I could call my own. Well, maybe two—if I sold enough subscriptions, I could win prizes like a Walkman or tickets to see Cyndi Lauper. Looking back, this paper route was my first sales job.
